Dark Woods part 2

Dark Woods part 2

I had to hurry; I didn’t want to be late. If I knew my parents like I thought I did, being late would mean the death of me, figuratively.
I ran into my room, deciding that taking a shower would take too much time off my hands. I pulled open my drawers and stuck as much of my clothes and stuff in my small little suitcase as possible.
Running downstairs I found my parents waiting for my decision and me at the bottom. They looked impatient and I knew I had taken a little too much time; nothing ever satisfied them. Sometimes I wondered if that’s why they had gotten a divorce.
“Well what’s your choice?” asked my mother harshly. Something told me she wouldn’t like the fact I was going to Salem and not Alaska.
“Uh,” I started, “Salem.” I hated making decisions.
“With your father?” she cried out, “how could you?”
“Well,” I said knowing she wasn’t going to talk to me long after this, “I don’t like the cold.”
“I’m sure that’s just a sorry excuse for not wanting to be around me like you’re no good father!” Oh yes, this was not going to end well.
As they both started they’re all too common fighting I pulled my heavily weighed down suitcase to Dad’s car. I never liked hearing them fight, I don’t know of anyone who would. I pulled the suitcase up into the trunk of the black sporty Jaguar my father owned.